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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 16:17:47 GMT -5
Aww no I feel bad XD am I ok to send him running after her? maybe she runs into that fox? cos I'm mean XD
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:22:23 GMT -5
Nono don't feel bad, I like this kind of drama XD And you can if you'd like, though how kindly she would respond I don't know When it comes to family, born or not, she's a lioness XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 16:23:46 GMT -5
It could be cute for him to come back and help was all I was thinking XD[/sub
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:25:11 GMT -5
Yes I'm all for it! XD
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 16:34:20 GMT -5
How do you want to progress then?
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:40:39 GMT -5
And here he is! I went all out on this one. Enjoy the story! XD Owlmask Many many seasons ago, in an era long past, the rogue Boulder was passing by the mountains one day when he encountered a cat with the very strange name of Ashstar. Ashstar explained that he led a clan called Ridgeclan, and begged him to hear him out. The following was a disturbing tale of murders that had spanned seasons in this Ridgeclan, of the mysterious deaths of queens committed in the most precise and surgical manner. Warriors had looked for the killer in droves, but not even the most skilled were able to find the culprit. And now, paranoia and fear gripped the clan like talons. "I can't trust anyone in my clan anymore!" The desperate Ashstar begged. "Not even my own deputy! It has to be you! An outsider!" Ashstar explained that he had no choice but to put himself at the mercy of Boulder, to help him find the poison that was killing his clan. Shocked and moved by the tale, Boulder agreed to help. A few days later, Ashstar brought Boulder into the clan. Introducing him as a starving traveler who would be spending a while with the Clan while he recovered, he gave the rogue free reign of the Clan. Free from the heirarchies and stigmas of Clan life, Boulder freely immersed himself in the Clan but watched carefully, taking notes on each and every cat he met. After all, he surmised, only the most cunning and powerful warrior would be able to execute such precise murders without being detected. Then, he took notice of the cat that no other cat in the Clan had thought to suspect. Owlmask was the medicine cat, a polite, empathetic and unassuming young tom with a small stature and fragile constitution. He had a solid light brown pelt, but his most remarkable trait was his face. It was stark white and flattened, like the pale visage of an owl, with small pitted black eyes. No cat thought of the fragile, sensitive, and educated young tom as capable of murder. Until Boulder. The rogue soon surmised that the medicine cat hid a mask far darker than his name, and the following moons he spent attempting to prove his theory led the rogue down a twisted and hellish path that changed him forever. Finally, he caught him in the act. Owlmask didn't resist capture. Even when imprisoned as the Clan decided his fate, he remained polite, soft-spoken, and philosophical, yet his morbid fascinations remained. Boulder left the Clan before Owlmask's fate was decided, shaken by the horrors he had witnessed. Though seasons passed and he traveled many miles from that place, he would never forget those empty black eyes staring at him from the darkness of the medicine den, and the delicate, almost quizzical smile of an unspoken riddle. ~Skyblaze~ Dark Forest N/A The Ancients
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 16:46:33 GMT -5
How do you want to progress then? You can send him after her if you'd like XD and I'm down for them to encounter the fox!
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 16:47:08 GMT -5
Sounds good, I'll get on
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 16:59:35 GMT -5
Flamehowl. "I..." he didn't have the chance to respond as the smaller shecat turned tail and pelted away. He watched her go, barely able to breathe as the grief of loss ricocheted through his very system. In truth he knew he had been an idiot; he hadn't deserved the beautiful warrior in the first place and probably very much deserved to be left in the dirt. For Willowstorm to find a new mate who could be the tom she deserved, not Flamehowl with his insecurities and fears and uncertainties. The tom hung his head in heart broken defeat, but didn't run after her. Fully in the belief she could do so much better. His tail dragging behind him, the warrior turned and began making his way back to camp. Unaware of where the queen was journeying, but knowing he likely wasn't welcomed to be following her tracks. She was a strong warrior and quite capable of making her own way home, far better at providing those unborn kits a better family than Flamehowl could ever imagine. It's the best thing for all of us. He tried to convince himself, but his aching heart wasn't quite so easily convinced. Camp approached, and with it the familiar scents of his clanmates. But beneath it was something more bitter, faint but palpable. The massive warrior paused in place, nostrils straining with uncertainty, and then panic laced his veins all at once. Fox, without a doubt the rank stench of fox. Fresh, maybe minutes old. He didn't know if it was the same one as he had been searching for that morning - and how in the name of StarClan it had been dumb enough to journey this far into clan territory Flamehowl didn't even begin to wonder. At first he moved to find Loststar, to warn her that a fox might be parading about their mountainside. But what struck him was that camp likely wasn't the thing in the biggest amount of danger. The warrior took off running, never a creature who had been made for speed but now he moved with the speed of lightning, the momentum of a freight train and the determination of a tom who might well have everything to lose. He couldn't know for sure, but he wasn't about to risk his... clanmate being out alone in clan territory if there was a fox roaming the grounds. She might not be his mate after today, but he would love her till the day starclan claimed him as one of their own, and Flamehowl wasn't about to risk her life. He thundered across the territory, following the scent of the lone shecat that raked through the area as prominently as the gentle tones of pine trees. Soon the silver form of the shecat were in sight, and not much further from her, a crouching fox preparing to render her into little more than an early morning snack. _@skyblaze
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2020 17:06:48 GMT -5
Panthershadow » The briefest of chuckles escaped the medicine cat at Poppynose's teasing compliment. He said nothing more as he focused his attention on the molly's injury. It wasn't that bad of a wound, especially considering all the wounds Panthershadow had dealt with in the past; this was nothing, but it was still something he needed to take care of lest it actually turn into something serious.
Panthershadow remained silent as he went about his work, only the slightest twitches of his ear to signal that he had heard the molly warrior's comments. It was rather common knowledge that Panthershadow took his line of work extremely serious - he had faced literal life or death for himself many times over trying to become a medicine cat. This wasn't just some decision he had made for himself because he thought it sounded cool or something like that, no, this was a decision he had to fight for, and the many scars that littered his pelt spoke the truth of that.
Shaking the thoughts aside, Panthershadow pulled away when he had cleaned the wound. "This poultice I'm about to put on will sting a bit," he warned Poppynose before turning and pawing some marigold and goldenrod toward him. He was quick in chewing the two herbs up into a poultice before spitting it out on his paw and taking it to Poppynose's wound, carefully and expertly applying the sticky substance to her opened flesh.
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Post by Feathertalon on May 6, 2020 17:07:59 GMT -5
Pumpkinsnow » The sight of one cat in particular caught Pumpkinsnow's attention.
Ears pricking upward, the flame point molly watched as Coalwhisker limped his battered and torn body toward the fresh-kill pile in a display of what Pumpkinsnow could only describe as bravery and toughness. Even if he had to retire way too early for his time, he was a cat that the warrior looked up to, the kind of cat that Pumpkinsnow wished she could be. Coalwhisker had gone through so much, yet he still pushed on and didn't let his terrible injuries stop him from doing what he could. Pumpkinsnow had her fair share of scars and whatnot, but compared to most warriors she was relatively scar free. Most of her scars were those of the mind, the molly plagued by terrible nightmares night after night, leaving her terrified and anxious about anything and everything. She found herself to be weak and undeserving of a lot of things because, unlike her fellow Clanmates, she let herself get taken away by her fears and anxieties. She wasn't like Coalwhisker who pushed through and still gave to the Clan where he could. All Pumpkinsnow did was sit around camp in fear.
Deciding that maybe today would be the day she could start making a difference for herself, the creamy white and ginger warrior eased herself out of her position and slowly made her way over to where the dark furred tomcat was. "Hi...hi there, Coal..Coalwhisker," she stammered out, blue eyes looking down at the ground as she shuffled her paws, clearly nervous but trying her best to socialize.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 17:11:01 GMT -5
Don't know if it was burried but I did reply Blaze ♡ no rush just wasn't sure if you'd seen it
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 17:17:13 GMT -5
Oh Nec not sure if you saw but i posted my DF cat above c: )
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 17:18:56 GMT -5
Sorry I did see I have the worst habit of saying, yes I see that. Lets tell absolutely no body and let them all wonder, I'm the type who nods during phone calls and expects people to know it. he looks fab! unfortunately I only accept short forms for the front page, but its super helpful to know all the same
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on May 6, 2020 17:20:44 GMT -5
No worries I can easily make a front-page friendly form ^^
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 17:23:02 GMT -5
[ I have the attention span of gnat but I will find Lost’s response soon xD
My brother bought my niece over (which he does often since him and his girlfriend decided they didn’t want to be together anymore.) so baby has taken most of my attention lol
I will reply back to everyone soon (; I will probably bring my laptop down ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 17:23:53 GMT -5
Aww bless the squidge, take your time babies always take precedence over forums XD
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on May 6, 2020 17:58:56 GMT -5
((uh oh whats happening with the fox lol))
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 18:06:22 GMT -5
Classic tom meets shecat, angers her, saves her from Fox to win her heart backXD
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2020 18:08:23 GMT -5
(Hey, I'm finally back!! Feeling a lot better. Spent the last few days sleeping/in a lot of pain, but it seems to have finally passed. Did I miss anything major?)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 18:13:02 GMT -5
Nothing really don’t worry
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2020 18:15:32 GMT -5
(You want me to pick up where we left off with Breezewillow? :O)
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 18:17:04 GMT -5
Dont mind
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2020 18:21:39 GMT -5
Hollywing - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ"... You know, if you're worried you won't get an apprentice, maybe you could ask Loststar. I'm sure she'd understand. You're experienced enough, and she's nice. She won't get angry, I'm sure." Hollywing mused. Loststar always seemed to make a point of being understanding and polite to her clanmates, in contrast to cats like Nightstar, who probably would have clawed a warrior's ears off for making such a request. Besides, many of the most experienced warriors had already had apprentices. While Smokepaw was Hollywing's first (and she could understand Loststar's hesitance, given her habit of wandering off at random), many cats her own age had already trained warriors, so it seemed more prudent to give other warriors a chance.
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 20:56:13 GMT -5
The reddish brown tom's gaze twinkled with laughter. "I will have to find someone who matches my ugliness," Oakscar teased in a soft voice. Beauty was in the eye of beholder. He thought Loststar was beautiful, even though he didn't voice his views often. Her scars just showed her strength. They just weren't the couple that was into public displays of affection. He briefly wondered what the younger generations thought when they looked upon their heavily scarred clanmates who survived the war. It was odd feeling to see fur untouched by battle.
An understatement. Like many of his clanmates, Oakscar was practically born into war. His apprenticeship wasn't filled with the fun that apprentices had today... most of their days were filled with grueling training regiments and fear for the next day. It felt odd and surreal to have a moment of peace last this long. "That tree looked at me funny," Oakscar shrugged his shoulders and ducked his head to hide his playful smirk, "It was asking for a fight." He couldn't help the loud laugh that escaped him, his amber eyes flashing with mirth as he looked to his mate, "I did my very best."
As they left camp, Oakscar shook his head in slight disbelief. "Hey now... I believe if we had kits, I am sure they wouldn't be hideous... only like sixty percent," he joked. The two padded farther away from camp. He cast her a curious glance, briefly wondering why she didn't pick a place beforehand. "Perhaps we can go near the caverns? I wouldn't mind hearing water," Oakscar mused. He did greatly enjoy listening to trickling water, it was one of the things that brought him clarity during the war.
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 20:58:13 GMT -5
I love Oak so much XD Sorry nettles I thought I had posted my reply, I’ll get it and Losts up!
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Post by Blaze ♡ on May 6, 2020 21:02:01 GMT -5
[ same. he is a good bean <3 eventually, I need to rp him with a cat he doesn't know well, because then he is a lot more closed off. but obviously, he knows lost xD
and look, i can write-write :D -excitement- ]
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Post by 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ on May 6, 2020 21:22:42 GMT -5
Breezewillow.
The very suggestion made the calico cringe, if asking the medicine cat for help following a genuine injury, expecting the slender huntress to be making requests of their leader might as well be asking a songbird too partake in full blown conversation. Long story short, it was never going to happen. “Maybe,” she agreed with zero intention of ever following through with the suggestion. Lowering her head to rasp her tongue across the black and golden shades of her chest fur, trying not to appear even half as awkward as she was feeling. Interaction had never been her strong suit, anyone could have seen that much even from a mile away, but one could give her credit for actually trying today. “How is Smokepaw’s training progressing?” She asked, happy to change the subject, and give her companion the chance to take control of the conversation a little more, something the warrior appeared to be quite talented at. Hollywing, @nettles . Loststar.
“I’ll start asking around the local badger dens for you,” she promised playfully, but she paused briefly. Rubbing her head against his chin, an affirmation more for her ego than it was his, she added with firm affection. “I’m not letting you go anywhere,” the silver tabby warned grinning. “I’m far too old to start courting, and StarClan knows I need someone around to keep me sane.” The nightmares were bad enough, she couldn’t imagine it without someone to spend her days with, Oakscar was her rock, without whom a Loststar doubted she would ever have gotten anywhere near as far as she had done. ”The trees are getting too big for their own boots,” she confirmed with a nod. Sending an exaggerated glare in the direction of a local pine. “It really is about time we remind them of their place in all this.” It wasn’t often Loststar had the chance to feel this relaxed, and she truly enjoyed it. ”Perhaps that’s how we get rid of this boredom,” she considered, moving away from the tom again, her pace a steady trot. ”Wage a war on the foliage,” she clarified with a twitch of her whiskers. Fortunately a Nightstar wasn’t around to hear much these days, the rotten hearted tom might well have thought that quite the stellar ideas. An ear twitched back at the sound of nearby birdsong, but the leader didn’t turn to look. “I suppose scars can’t be inherited,” she considered. Not a single cat in the clan would be free of them had such been the case, “But I don’t think I was ever a particularly pretty cat,” she chuckled. “Sounds good to me,” Loststar returned, beginning the slow ascent which would lead them to the caverns.
Oakscar, Blaze ♡
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2020 21:33:39 GMT -5
Hollywing - 🇳ᴇcʀᴏᴅ🇦🇳cᴇʀ"Ah, he's been improving quite a bit!" Hollywing immediately grabbed control of the conversation again, reading for another tangent. "He gets along well others, which is good, but he has a little trouble taking things seriously... I guess I'm one to talk, though. At the very least, his actions show he's been listening to me, since he's advancing at the expected rate... though I wish he didn't have to get into a battle so early, I was so upset that he ended up with a notched ear before he's even gotten his warrior name!" Of course it flustered her. After Nightstar's battle-hungry regime, the thought of even sending her apprentice anywhere near a fight always worried her. Shouldn't they be allowed to relax a bit and enjoy their youth? She couldn't imagine getting physical scars as an apprentice- though, that was probably owed to her small, quick form.
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Post by aether on May 7, 2020 2:59:55 GMT -5
[ hi! anyone on? C: ]
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